The Earth Can Take A Breath: A Silver Lining to the Covid-19 Pandemic

3.16.2020

For more technical information on the Covid-19 Virus, please research updates from trusted medical institutions like the World Health Organization and Federal/Civic agencies for real time news. What follows below, instead, is a new, non-scientific perspective:

This is truly a people over profit time in history. For many, this is a stressful time: those with kids and elderly in their care have many variables and worries to consider. Many consolations will take place in people’s careers and pass-times. The whole world has been forced to reconsider how to pass the time; no longer are sport events, amusement parks and travel a reliable outlet to pass the time in this fragile reality. The common areas of modernity have been placed on lockdown. For what seems like the first time in modern history, there is less to do available to the masses. Those in power are reprioritizing their measurements of success by having to adapt to the current market. When our health is at risk, it is fascinating to think that money can be re-evaluated to hold different energetic worth, that large institutions can adjust the value of commodities with the flick of a pen, and that when our lifespan on Earth is threatened, the priority doesn’t need to be the stock market or the national basketball association, but the wellbeing of the citizenry.  

Now that humans are being quarantined, what do we do with this time? Do we take many, many poops to justify the toilet paper we bought? Sure, but we can also eat less and make those dead tree sheets last a little longer. We don’t have to use so much. We now have time to reflect on our health, mentally and physically. We can practice both effective hand washing and brain washing. Face it, we are programmed to live in this world. Society is a maze and our free will is sold to us as the comfort within the laws upheld by taxation. Have you ever stopped while walking in a store and asked “so this is life?” Well, now this is life. Now we get to face our mortality with a feedback loop of bravery and spiritedness. Now, new thoughts can permeate. Less is sometimes more, and we can take mental stock of the amount of ‘less’ happening in every facet of life. Perhaps during this Viral Environment, the next great book will be written and those words will inspire and save millions through its message of love and care. Perhaps relationships that are toxic will be forced to deal with each other and those liberated souls will then interact in empathy to the world once the Coronavirus vaccination is discovered. Perhaps the elder generations will finally see that the youth have been yelling about: that the systems which run the world are prioritizing the wrong expenditures of our finite resources, and that a revolution of mind, culture and planet is needed to ensure the health of our species.

What we are experiencing can be described in my term, “illness realization”: the understanding that we are all on this planet together, what affects one person affects another, and that lifestyle changes towards prevention will slow the spread of the unknown. We have to also face the fact that this “illness realization” is akin to the climate crisis. Put another way, the reaction to the Coronavirus is the reaction to the Climate Crisis that we all need to take. The same response that government and state agencies have taken is EXACTLY what protesters have been calling for: to realize that we are in a climate crisis (the virus will spread), that we are all affected by this (the virus knows no borders), that it will happen to everyone (we are all human), and that mobilizing to massively uproot business as usual and change our habits ensures preventative measures are implemented (reduce our emissions on a global scale and prevent global temperature increase). 

Let’s take time to ask ourselves: where can I improve my behaviors to ensure the health and wellbeing of the planet? What policies are not serving my physical and mental prosperity? If there are groups of people telling me the system is broken, what are they actually talking about? We can increase our curiosity to engage and interact with all groups who have a platform, and we can reconsider our societal tranquility in the hopes of preventing more DIS-ease between us. So take a breath. Meditate for yourself and for the world. Be easy but inquisitive about your health and how you can live a prosperous life. Certainly we aren’t living that now, half the world seems shut down. That must mean something is wrong. What might be off about the state of the world, and your internal state? What new behaviors - like washing your hands more - can become part of your daily life to ensure that no more illness, negative energy, or hate is spread through the touching of one soul to another?

Many will not be fortunate to work remotely, but certainly by working from home we are driving and polluting less and this saves on gas consumption. Our monies are now being spent in different ways and this provides fresh insights into what we truly value as a species when push comes to shove. (Hopefully there is no shoving.) It is easy to imagine that there is a significant reduction in greenhouse gas emissions globally. Businesses are reducing usual practices: large events have been cancelled, and markets and trade have begun to decline. Practically, the normality of beers being sold at bars, food being sold at Disneyland, and services of all kinds being sold to customers is now a surreal memory. Priorities are shifting. Understandings are happening in all sectors of life. It’s ironic how the normal arguments against medicare for all and debt forgiveness, for example, seem ludicrous once humanity is faced with an overwhelming viral crisis. Our human race is facing en-mass the need for doctors, providers, and medical facilities, and only when those who can’t pay their way out of risk realize they too are fallible to illness does the need for universal healthcare become a reasonable policy choice/shift. In other words, those in charge of Big Pharma and Big Medicine are just as fragile to illness as anyone else alive. The difference, now with Coronavirus, is that those same people can’t rest assured they can pay their way out of harm; the spread of this virus as an inevitable wave of probability coming their way reminds them they are human too, and their health is actually their wealth. 

This is a strange, unknown time in our collective story. We can’t pay our way out of a crisis. Humans are relying on federal institutions staffed with both competent experts and idiotic representatives attempting to fix global issues. And yet through the systemic edifice, people are really what matter. The time we spend with love ones, in good health, is an antidote to despair. The system feels too big to tackle, like a swollen network with complications beyond cognitive grasp, but the fact remains: the system is run by people and they are human, we are human, and we all need each other. We have built this society, these pathways of thought, and these modalities of conversation and culture. Yet they are falling short of the deeper, existential questions and topic we need to be discussing. At least now, once we are secure in health and find the time to do it, we can breath and know the Earth is taking a breath with us. How can we reset…?

So drink alkaline water, get more rest, keep your surroundings clean, eat whole plant foods, and take care of each other by understating we are all the same. 

Why I Am Really Vegan

People say veganism is to help the animals. Some argue that veganism is ONLY meant to save the animals, and any environmental or health benefits are second and tertiary. 

Increasingly in this modern world, thinking for yourself, after research and vetted consideration, is crucial lest we all be swept up in the opinion du jour. With so many influencers on the world wide web, the certainty I have in my own thoughts, the conviction I have acted based on original intentions, is less and less. So, to maximize the time during the shelter in place orders during Covid-19, I have taken a firm moment to sit with my own veganism and ask: why?

I believe it comes to one idea: 

I am vegan so I can use water. 

Plant based diets use less water per plot of land to grow and harvest than a meat counterpart. Not only that, but the soil sequestration of carbon is higher, and the replenishment of a nutrient feedback loop by poly-cropped farming practices outweighs that of a comparison of soy or meat agriculture. 

So, I feel more justified and allowed, by whatever dietary Earthticians are monitoring our consumption of precious resources, to partake in everyday activities that most of us take for granted. Not only am I increasingly grateful for my ethically guiltless food intake, but through monitoring my diet choices I am growing my appreciation for the above activities like flushing toilets and taking showers. 

I am vegan so I can take showers

-knowing my diet doesn’t require as much water as opposed to a carnivorous diet, i can feel justified in cleaning myself-

I am vegan so I can flush my toilet

-even though i adhere to the “yellow, mellow” rule, I feel significantly more at ease when I do need to flush knowing that my diet used less water to grow as opposed to a carnivorous diet-

I am vegan so I can wash my dishes

-of course cleaning our kitchens and cutlery is sometimes necessary, but knowing my diet used less water to grow as opposed to a carnivorous diet lets me feel less worried about turning on my faucet and washing the dirty plates-

We do these activities often, sometimes multiple times per day. To be living more full time at home because of the Covid-19 pandemic, I am acutely more cognizant of my everyday actions, my movements, and my habits - all the way down to how often I turn on a light in a room. My observation is not meant to cause anxiety, (if I turn on the sink faucet to brush my teeth, I understand I need to keep my teeth clean and healthy and water use is a necessity) it is rather to highlight my behaviors of assumed comfort, expectation and repetition. If I think about the sink when I use it, or if I question my flushing of the toilet after urinating once, I begin to inwardly laugh and wonder about all the times these “new” behaviors have gone unnoticed, unchecked and unquestioned. 

I am certainly questioning more and more as the pandemic rages on: when we return from the sheltering in place, what will people do first; how will the climate crisis continue to improve due to us knowing we actually have an effect; when will resilient communities be built by ordinary people to prevent injustice and security in the future? And more each day, as I take stock in my mental health and physical occupations, I question my doing things like I used to, and if I need to continue? Can I use less, and feel like I am doing more?

Conscious People in an Unconscious Industry

Conscious People in an Unconscious Industry

 A case for a moratorium of media production: Lights, Camera, Frivolity 

 Written by Max Gould-Meisel 2019

 

The Entertainment Industry, as stated in the name, provides an illusory respite to the mundane. On a global scale, and especially in the United States - the veritable birthplace of “The Biz” - viewers are turned consumers by the efforts of creative and business savvy workers, union or non-union, turning out endless, and now streamable, content. And in the year 2020 and beyond, this is a global phenomenon raised to a frivolous, programmed and manipulative degree. I believe the Entertainment Industry needs to reallocate its resources and people power to solving the climate crisis. Here’s why:

I worked in the business for 8 years, and based myself in Los Angeles: the media universe hub - an epicenter for dreamers. I worked in a myriad of formats/shows as an assistant director: low and medium-budget features, high-budget commercials, new media/streaming TV shows, union and non-union gigs, and slews of print and educational work. My peers and I were hustlers, “making moves” where we could, balancing a freelance lifestyle with the survivalism of LA. This business supports the day-play, and the long-play, all at the same time. Picture living with an erratic schedule, no determined working hours, up before the sun and returning past sundown, an odometer commensurate to the unexpected places and locations traveled to for filming, zero job guarantee, and the constant feeling/motivation of expendability if your “A game” wasn’t brought—and sold—to the highest bidder a.k.a. the producer.

 

The types of jobs available within the industry make it a petri-dish for the passionate, convicted, motivated and sometimes disillusioned person, to try their wears amongst thousands of others, competing — and yet somehow supporting each other — for the same jobs. The part-time, self-scheduling lifestyle of personal determination mixed with the occasional stability of a long term gig makes life here a “seemingly pointless” worry. I say seemingly pointless because, somehow, through the anxiety of imminent rent and various life bills, another gig always came along (if you previously conducted yourself on the last job with 100% of your soul). 

 

The specific daily exchanges in these infrastructures were as follows: “ “Hi! It’s so good to see you!” “Hey…you!” (forgets name—plays it off like they know each other) “What have you been up to?” “Oh, so many things, I’ve lost track. [this, and this, and this, and next week I’m on this.]”  “Oh, nice. I’ve been on this gig for like 2 months and the producer is driving the crew crazy and we can’t wait to wrap because, dude, these overnights are killing me. Plus, I’m just so burnt out I can’t wait to take some time off. Wait, you have to remind me your name - what did we work on again?”  “Shit, I’m glad you said something. I know your face and I’m trying to remember but I can’t!”  “Was it [this?]” “Nope” “Gah, I don’t know. Let’s just play the email game and look it up. Whats your email again?” ”  … This kind of exchange happened more times than I can remember. Sometimes you foster a friendship for life and you remember more than just that person’s name. I’ve been lucky enough to have continued working alongside some of those people. But the majority of the people creating content won’t remember your name after 2 months, or ever. This anonymous, name-on-a-callsheet-that-no-one-reads apathy is rampant in Big Entertainment.  And logically taking into account the sheer number of films/tv shows and commercials already available, the thousands of people who work in this industry won’t remember each other in the future and you might become another vague email identity. 

As bleak, unsupportive, and pessimistic as this life sounds, I wouldn’t trade my time in this world, for the world, ever. I worked amongst the most stimulating and adaptable types of people. If ever we faced a challenge, and because of that adversity, we overcame with creativity and camaraderie. The hardships, ‘the weeds,’ ‘the beast,’ the ’it is what it is’ - ism of that life, is what fueled us to expeditiously overcome those obstacles. And we overcame by moving on our feet, for 15 hours a day, running on sub-par coffee, sustained with food scarfed down while standing, together. These are the folks I would want to see running a city, county, or country. We were, and are, the people who can pull resources to fix things, whatever they are. We are the conscious, elevated, high functioning and caring people who let go of their egos when duty calls. What we did/do - “making pictures” - can give people pleasure, or help them through emotions and/or pain, and many crews I worked with knew their participatory role in these outcomes. A lot of creatives will attest that if they just touch/reach one person with their art, then the struggle was/would be worth it. The actual worth, more immediately, is definitely the money made, for ourselves and for the content providers. You do it for the love of the art, or for the paycheck: both are sweet deals if executed correctly. On all the projects I crewed, we created conversations and cultural phenomena. We literally informed and directed society. We filmed the shows that so many hold dear. We shot the movies that get people through depression, sickness, or are viewed at family gatherings to provide joy. And the people who make them are special, thoughtful and determined.

The flip side to the existence of so much media content? The misused power/influence and the waste. This is where my soul finds issue: my peers and I used our power, time and money for an industry of fantasy, yielding a myriad of products stemming from misappropriated goals and results. We were told what to make, so all the while we subdued and tranquilized the true fire of connective creativity within our hearts. We are dreamers who create fantasy because reality was, and is, difficult to look at. The energy, resources, people power, willingness to overcome adversity, and processing of information that is used in the entertainment business is an incredible tool. BUT, the year is 2020, and the industries, infrastructures and institutions as we know them are being re-examined, all across the world. The old roles and habitual behaviors are being re-vamped. The same oligarchical, top down policymaking of corrupt governments and capitalism made its marks in film/tv. 

 

I believe Big Entertainment needs a cessation and re-prioritizing of the power it holds. What I wish those in control had done, and why this criticism is being written, is to utilize their power and influence for a different purpose - to manage and extend the resilience of human civilization on Earth and to sustain the finite resources we have, not create shows which add to the sedentary dis-ease our species feels. The crews I worked with were, and are, caring people, with wide awarenesses that see the stories of the world through a lens of justice, righteousness and love. The combined disciplines of our efforts took and extorted the materials of Earth for the monetary gain of viewership turned consumerism. We were at the behest of the power structure, who really have one goal: profit. I believe people over profit is the new direction Big Entertainment can move towards. As it is, all of that content is eventually cycled through sundry streaming platforms, seasoned out by syndicates, backlogged by researchers, ignored by viewers or indigested by anxious media addicts anyway. I implore we, the workers, demand a moratorium be placed on all media content creation to improve the planet and protect its terminable resources. I implore that we make reality the dream, and not dream through the reality. The choices from the Top do not reflect the needs of the Majority. 

Why and how should an industry be sustained when its members participate in this capitalism-run-amock structure? What if we accepted that we HAVE ENOUGH CONTENT to watch, as it exists right now? Isn’t it interesting that documentary content is so fascinating and the serialized, narrative shows are becoming hackneyed? The reality of the world is worth looking at, but not only through a lens. The stories we see advertised are the re-purposed and re-packaged ideas of cinema past, wielding its base to continue consuming through insane misdirection from the sensibility of real-world needs. 

 

The infrastructures available to film/tv are under-utilized. If the teams who prep a movie would instead plan a local clean up effort or organize a social justice cause, that team would be incredibly capable, cooperative, understanding, and adaptable. Again, it’s 2020, and the project needs to be “Earth” not “Insert Big-Tent Syndicated Show.” OUR SPECIES IS LIVING IN A CLIMATE CRISIS. How can we justify making a Starbucks commercial, with its extraneous and onerous presence OFF the set, while using perfectly pristine plastic, in the shot, ON set (which will be thrown away) while the oceans keep filling up with those VERY products? And how can we use plastic water bottles to hydrate while working on that job? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? We might as well just dump the waste generated on set into the nearest river and dance dark rainbows around the dumpster fire of un-renewable consumerist antics. Or, rather, give each crew member a plastic bag of trash and recycling at the end of the day to open up in their living rooms, into their child’s play-pin, because that’s what you really made today: not a commercial and not money - you made waste. You and your crew members, who are decent and loving people, were and are so caught up in the numbing and manipulative machine that your product is (e.g. in the Starbucks case) ACTUAL waste. We need to take a moment to LOOK at how crazy this system is; you and I use resources in order to market and sell products to others, which they will dispose of as waste, in turn, because we told them using it was the cool thing to do. ‘Once used, then what,’ asked Earth? ‘How many more commercials can we sit through’ asked Everyone?

It’s not only the necessary survivalist, amnesic-nature of the industry that makes it seem and feel like nothing matters. The real matters of Big Entertainment are the actions taken by disempowered crew members: the decisions and choices to use food, water and power in the way that they are told. I made these choices too. I made the daily selections in brain computational categorization to prioritize and get the job done. If we needed to run a transportation van to cool off actors sitting and waiting on location for their scene, we did it; if we threw out barely used snacks because the presentation of a ’fresh’ table mattered more than not wasting food, we did it; if we laminated paper signs for doorways, only to be thrown out and not recycled because the producer said that was corporation and company policy, we did it; if we drained a 40L carafe of coffee because it was sitting for more than 2 hours, we did it; if we needed to buy 20 rolls of gaffers tape, tape the entirety of a set for a specific department reason, then toss the tape like it was nothing, we did it; finally, if we used disposable cups and cutlery, or plastic bottles for water because a reusable method was too time consuming or expensive, we did it. Mounds and mounds of trash and waste were, are, and continue to be, generated amongst the interactions back and forth on sets every day. Choices are made because the project needs completion. That is the nature of the beast: we leave it all on set, in the waste bin, and nothing really matters because “it is what it is, and we aren’t curing cancer, so don’t take things so seriously.”

There is a difference between Quality/Quantity and Films/Advertisements; I myself know the value of a good movie and how it can personally and socially transform paradigms once held by a culture. Cinematic experiences like that need to be preserved. “Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.” But the shows and movies being created, as seen for example in the re-makes of Disney cartoon classics as ‘live-action’ movies, drives the goal forward of obvious re-packaging belonging to established franchises and re-hashing old ideas for profit. Re-makes are not art - they are money making machines. Now to be fair, many of the critically acclaimed ‘great’ movies are adaptations of perviously existing literature. Yet, the current over-saturated crusade to re-make classics and divert a pre-existing show to a slightly new direction (new race, new time epoch, etc.) comes off as lazy, formulaic and unoriginal. There is very little originality anymore. Why so many re-makes? What’s the point? Content already exists, and new ‘creators’ are referencing past art movements, films, pictures and stories before allowing their attempts at brave imagination to exist. All of our entertainment has been said before; all our stories have been told; all our artifice is archived and can only meaningfully sustain this un-inspired drudge of these bewildering remakes for so long. What we see today isn’t brave, new, inspiring, or meaningful: its soundbite meme-forms of media transmitted to a nostalgic and forgetful society. 

”The notion that the desirable activities are those that bring a profit has made everything topsy-turvy.” 

Bertrand Russell In Praise of Idleness 

 

This industry has a responsibility to overhaul, on a drastic scale, all the infrastructures and choices that contribute to the climate crisis. Those who ARE the industry will be most impacted by this call: there are plenty of social benefactors, vegans, self declared environmentalists, animal lovers, proffers of human rights, weekend warriors, social justice activists and the like in Big Entertainment. There are also 2nd amendment enthusiasts, voters of all political affiliations, practicing secularists, motor heads, equestrians, cyclists, devoted capitalists and socialists alike, who work amongst one another in harmony. Again, the adaptability and egoless existence is one of many things that make this business so special. The industry supports hard working and skilled craftspeople. There are masters of woodworking, mechanics, engineering, fabrication, economics, social sciences and marketing all sharing the same cities, roads, sets, studios, bathrooms and snack tables. Families are dependent on the work, and their lives are sustained by that work. That’s what makes calling for a moratorium so difficult and challenging. But we need a moratorium on Big Entertainment. These fine folk can redirect all their efforts, means of production, connections, and skills, towards a new future. A new future without the burden of creative mercantilism outweighing the right to a healthful and clean life; a new future with true community-engendering goals and practices; a new future with less trash; a new future with abundant forests, clean and over-flowing free water, roadways and trashcans nearly free of waste, and personally responsible samaritans who rely on themselves and their communities to address large issues. A future where a new prescription re-focuses the trickle down vision of enterprise, and where our human nature grows over the buildings of hypnotism. 

Let us be so lucky that such highly trained workers, deserving of life and liberty, exist who can contribute to Project Earth, to the adjunct support of a Green New Future/Decade/Deal. Big Entertainment is extraneous, it’s frivolous, it’s numbing and manipulative. Imagine a world where the dreamers, the creatives, the hopeful empaths came together and self analyzed, saw the world as connected to them directly, and took bold action to preserve and protect that world. Image the responsible and inspirational example this would set for the millions of disenfranchised, alongside the millions of protesters, and all the millions unsure of what their future will hold. Imagine the empowering daily exchanges changing: “ “Hi Veronica! What a beautiful day to be alive. I’m so happy you are here.” “Hi Anne! I am grateful to share this sweet air with you. I feel luck to be alive alongside your family.” “Would you join us for dinner after we finish cleaning the community garden?” “I’d love to, see you soon.” “ Some may say the world “is what it is;” no, it is what it can be, and enough is enough. No more endless scrolling on Netflix. 

 POP … There goes the bubble

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Addendum: An Environmental Epilogue

 “Is there an alternative, and do I have access to it right now?”

 

To be fair, my mother is still employed by Big Entertainment. She has been a fashion model her whole life and her perseverance has allowed me the privilege to chose my work and maintain a lifestyle based on honesty, hard work, and respect. My asking for a moratorium would directly take money away from her living the life she deserves. She, like me throughout my years on set, has taken a responsible look into how she interacts with the items and people of her work, environmentally speaking. Years ago I began bringing my own plates, cutlery and drink containers to set. In curious and loving support, she tried this herself, and has since influenced her co-models and crews with her choices. She refuses water bottles, just like I did; she opts out of certain foods when they are wrapped in plastic; she seeks out composting and proper waste disposal containers on set; she reuses some containers that are unavoidably serviced. All these pivots in her daily activities are based on one question: “is there an alternative, and do I have access to it right now?”

 

Jean Luc-Godard said: “When I have a low budget I make it a lesson in economy.” Again, relating to those who hold power in Big Entertainment, the decisions are ultimately made by those who can pay. We all pay, for our actions, on the front end, or the back end. The front end: paying to hire someone employed by a company like Eco-Set, who sorts through all the materials on a shoot and helps deliver them to the proper industries who can recycle and reuse these supplies. The back end: paying for more water and air conditioning on the next shoot because it’s too hot to work without it, because the atmosphere is heating, because we use materials so unconsciously, because we are living in a climate crisis. This moratorium is a call from a rooted viewpoint of the systemic issue: are we not satisfied with our culture? During my employment in LA, some of my crew members were, and hopefully still are, people who strived for “green” sets. I’ve fielded calls from producers and coordinators asking what can be done in terms of waste, recyclability, and the circular nature of our resources. My response was, and can be, always distilled to analyzing each project and what is at the disposal of those with money: what are they willing to spend time thinking about? As a theoretical producer, ask yourself: are you willing to think about the downstream fish and marine life when you ask a production assistant to wash the newest, unreleased car with extra shine chemical cleaner so your wide shot of the car is spotless? Are you the kind of person who is willing to spend more time on set supervising the workstations, as to maximize the up-cycling and proper categorization (and follow through) of inventory? Are you someone who wants to combat the hunger of a runaway, unforgiving, uncaring capitalist machine? Are you willing and ready to make those questions into actionable plans, despite being told these thoughts don’t matter?

  

“…change actually comes in 5 stages, according to the American Psychological Association: pre-contemplation, contemplation, preparation, action, and maintenance.”

Ronnie Citron-Fink (Environmental Journalist)

So…NO…not all Big Entertainment can disappear tomorrow. It seems rather selfish to ask this of such an intrenched industry that provides a livelihood to the global economy, with wellbeing at stake that affects me directly, or indirectly. But yes of course there are steps one can take to “green” the industry; of course the choice to switch catered food from meat to plant based can impact the climate beneficially; of course a producer can buy snack foods with no plastic packaging at all; yes, the stories chosen for production can be curated to highlight the social and environmental injustice of our world, so the conversation progresses toward the solutions; yes, producers can hire crew and departments based on their willingness to partake in the cyclical/green economy of true awareness. All these choices are difficult and require conviction and followthrough. I’ve worked with some of these caring people and I hold them dear to my heart. They were half the reason I stayed in LA for 8 long years: being around those humans gave, and gives, me hope that the aforementioned analysis of industry can be changed. The commitment to the wellbeing of our fellow human on Earth is a choice akin to caring for your family and ensuring their survival in health and happiness. There are many choices, steps, and options available to us (almost too many, re: the endless Netflix scroll.) 

First thing’s first: do you think about the topics written in this essay? 

If so, ask the next question: is there an alternative, and do I have access it right now? 

 

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.” 

Margaret Mead

The Siblings Redding: Recrudescence 

Williams and Zamora kneeled, on opposite legs, before a sun wave. Their inter-transmission beamed. Echoed harmonics bounded twelve times across their plank spaces, seeking the middle measurement. Space blanket fabric carried atomic fumes through Earth fabric receptors.

Brother Redding and Sister Redding stood up before the sunny temple shrine. The pooja complete, they wiped their hands of the just-lit incense residue.

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"How many chairs are there on Earth?" posed Williams, upon page-marked ears. His calculator plopped on her journal, a vegan leather bound respite.

"What is a chair?"

"Four legs, nothing fixed to a floor. Transit vehicles don't count."

She tore, finely and with great care, the second to last page of her writing companion.

"All institutions, number thereof, rooms therein, average count per membership." 

Logarithmic approximations. Cosine fractions. Proof.

"And?"

Figures drawn, shown. Scribbles writ, displayed. Some kind of language, created. Williams' eyes widened. Zamora's knuckles cracked. 

Two chai teas delivered. 

"No cow, both?"

"Bai?" 

"Almond milk?" 

Uncertain head nod, shoulder to shoulder, metronomic oscillation.

As hands wave off the obviousness of listening, another head movement in gratitude.

She sips. Whistle mouths cool liquid shapes. 

"Oh yeah"

Her hips shake the same way as the heads moved just before quaffing.

Hands push the finger surfer through another crest and trough. 

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The last chais on the continent gone, now supporting the mantel of journeys. 

Goat traffic. Cow jam. Rush hour in lamb lane. Smoggy face masked air puffs away as the International Terminal leers closers. Tuk-tuk auto races somehow keep their lanes, and all, in line. A long nailed, painted purple, driver of obtuse weight guides the three wheels with triangular muscle memory. Petrol mindscapes with roundabouts in sight. 

Familiarity. Didactic and organized. The efficiency meter of The Siblings Redding jettisons to full. Positive bag check interactions makes for easy retrievals. 

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Ashen shoes stay on, bags fit neatly in lego block formation through conveyer belt of control. Protruding into their periphery, a mudra of meaning waves them through another airport terminal. These hands signal more than an identity, a symbol, or a path. Delhi airport’s giant statuesque hand sculpture wall mounts usher Ganesh energy through the jet fuel and ventilation shafts. New breath through pollution elicits the truth of Williams’ and Zamora’s inner guru, as mediated by pantheon of global patterns and spaciousness. 

One last wipe, on chest and torso, sops the remaining dusty sweat into Big Bro’s bandana. 

Lil Sis rotates her headwear both counter and clock, spinning her brain though soaked hair stranding its ends like the propelled legs of a jellyfish. 

Towards the lounge strut four legs in need of a stretch. Two hours of sea level yoga gives justice to practice, and utilizes status for cultural subterfuge. 

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“Welcome back Mr. and Miss Redding.”

A nod and a Namaste. 

“How can we make your stay more enjoyable?”

Four hands form two separate cups. They look…

“Two Chais, almond milk, yes?”

Two Namaste nods, and they bow into their flow. 

The Siblings Redding

Williams Redding sat down to thumb a paper
His coat trenched of single serve, sized jet fuel aroma
His lifestyle was a metropolitan, airborne layover:
A keychain of eclectic and various colored double panned doors
Vetted cologne in solid state, sleek pocket sized applicators
Color pallet of upscale, German waterfront warehouses

Zamora Redding, his sister, dove into a cautiously labeled beverage
Pick me up rings ordained tattooed digits,
Her lifestyle a range of journeyed easiness to and from an urban island:
Ink and leather flick her story off wrists and ankles
A dharmic bug out bag stamped with visa adventures and supplies
Color pallet of Icelandic Arora Borealis

"Mr. Hahn, Mr. Dennis Hahn, please come to a white courtesy telephone"

...sip
flip...

Gate change on intercom moments later

Williams, prompted, glances the cross-hallway monitor,
Zamora circles her manicured feet in stretch preparation,
Big bro dunks his ink stained fingertips into her java,
Spotted, Lil sis retorts with extended foot in trip fashion,
Both stumble from gate 10 cafe onto tiled walkways,
Designed in "one decade too retro" patterns

Giggles and arm swats filled the high heel air,
The echoed building carried them to repeat announcements
Gate after gate, wingtip to wingtip, the matter moved in mass
Hands drawn, cradled, their QR boarding passes were prepped

A line of their own formed -

Zone 3whatever - Drew them seated,
still life, seat belts fastened and bags underknee
Backs positioned, black box trap, safety pitch rap heard yet again
Williams fell asleep on the ascent
He always did

Zamora clenched her flatulent drenched faux leather in window panned anticipation
A stiff neck and dry nasal sockets later, The Brother Redding jolted awake, spider grave mouth gawked open just wide enough for passing stewards to aim almonds anonymously
Deep in head bobbing bliss, The Sister Redding found another reason to smile in the lucid state of her siblings' uncertainty in position, state, spin, and destination. A fleeting moment of needle skipping groove transfer later, she was the master of the itinerary
Compliments to the chef on the complimentary chalice, for there is dissolute discourse in grapevine libations when offered in luxurious fantasy through seat sized separation
A small fork and vegan butter knife spread later, elements of home unzipped and untied their digits, as toes filled the additional charge of space, the time came, for relatively relaxed relatives to recline, rest, and rush past the earthen coil of soil hurdles.